Happy Friday the 13th!

This day is actually pretty lucky for my family and I, so I'm excited for it ;)

I wrote Bella's chapter last night and let me tell you...it. is. hot. Chapter 63 so keep your eye out! I'll be posting two chapters that day since it's a special bonus for you guys! x

Y'all know who my team is by now. I love them. I'd be nothing without them. Or you.

Let's get on with this DATE!


-57-

The restaurant I take her to is very fancy, very expensive, and very good. When the waiter takes our order, I insist she gets the most expensive thing on the menu.

"I don't need all this, you know," she offers quietly.

"Doesn't mean I don't want to give it to you," I reply. And I fucking mean it. Way more than I should.

We spend the time getting to know each other, even though I already knew everything she told me; for once, I don't slip up and tell her something I shouldn't already know. I let her tell me about her life, her parents, her friends, and I do the same. I hold nothing back. I make nothing up.

I forget I'm on a mission.

I forget I'm undercover.

Maybe I'm just a method actor. Yeah, that must be it.

When you have a woman sitting across from you, lit up like Christmas fucking morning in the low candlelight, smiling at you like you're the best conversation she's ever had, you tend to forget the world around you.

At one point, we're straight up just staring at each other. Looking in each other's eyes like they hold the answers to the universe.

It's always made me sick to see couples like that out and about. So caught up in each other, they forget the world around them. I never knew how fucking easy it could be to slip into.

Not once do I see even a flash of a potential killer in her eyes. Either she's really fucking good at what she does, or I'm really fucking bad at what I do.

I've been the best in the unit since day one. Why would that change now?